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70 Macbeth [Act ill 

You look but on a stool. 

Macbeth. Prithee, see there ! behold ! look ! lo ! 
how say you ? 
Why, what care I? If thou canst nod, speak 

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If charnel-houses and our graves must send 
Those that we bury back, our monuments 
Shall be the maws of kites. [Exit Ghost. 

Lady Macbeth. What, quite unmann'd in folly? 

Macbeth. If I stand here, I saw him. 

Lady Macbeth. Fie, for shame ! 

Macbeth. Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the 
olden time, 
Ere humane statute purg'd the gentle weal ; 
Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd 
Too terrible for the ear ; the time has been 
That, when the brains were out, the man would die, 
And there an end ; but now they rise again, 80 

With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, 
And push us from our stools ; this is more strange 
Than such a murder is. 

Lady Macbeth. My worthy lord, 

Your noble friends do lack you. 

Macbeth. I do forget. 

Do not muse at me, my most worthy friends ; 
I have a strange infirmity, which is nothing 
To those that know me. Come, love and health 

to all; 
Then I'll sit down. Give me some wine, fill full.